She blinked her eyes erratically, long lashes fluttering. She took his hand to help her up. Her touch was electrifying.
Unable to keep the amusement from his voice as he recalled her less-than-elegant entrance into his office, he asked her about her qualifications. While she was answering, he paid no attention it, rather he was just busy studying her, he noticed her every breath, every gesture, her every bit.
She looked nervously around his office—everywhere but at him, he noted, with amused irony. He asked her to sit, then noticed her discerning gaze appraising his office paintings. Before he could stop himself, he found he was explaining them. "A local artist. M. Dansk."
"They're lovely. Raising the ordinary to extraordinary"', she said dreamily, lost in the exquisite, fine artistry of Dansk's work. Her profile, delicate—an upturned nose, soft, full lips—and in her words she had captured his sentiments exactly, Raising the ordinary to extraordinary.
It was a keen observation, Ms. Amanda was bright, he said to himself.
He watched her, fascinated, as that flush crept slowly over her skin once more. As he sat down opposite to her, He tried to bridle his thoughts. "Get yourself comfortable and we'll start with your briefing as soon as you're done. "
She peeked up at him and bit down on her bottom lip. f**k! How did I not notice how inviting that mouth is? he thought.
Amanda knew that her look was ravishing, in an A-line brown skirt paired with an off-white shirt, and utilitarian boots, she looked perfect.
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For the one complete hour of conversation, which included small talks about their families, only Luke knew how he had kept himself from throwing himself on her.
When Amanda finally got up and excused herself for a restroom break, he gave her a lascivious wink... She clearly understood his indications but didn't show even an iota of interest in him.
Though she had decided to move on in her life but not in this area. Still she was adamant on not let going Alex.....